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163_Page 161New York. Saturday. 4th. December. 1841.

A clear day, but damp with high winds. We all met in health around our breakfast table. Garret went with Benjamin on a wild goose chase to the the [repeated word] Alms house, they could not succeed in their object; and B. defered [sic] going home untill Monday. A roast Turkey to day, Garret does not like them, and sits looking on in despair. I wrote to Maria to day, sent her shoes, flannel, & muslin, Also Nov. “Heralds”, full of news. David, eat dinner with us to- day, took tea, and staid untill nine oclock. He is singular in his manners, and rather too free in telling his own private affairs, subjects which should be reserved for friends interested. Julie, was delighted to dress him with flowers, ribbons, and papers. Garret, and Benjamin went to the Bowery Theatre, to see the Funeral of Napoleon. It answered their expectations. They returned home at eleven oclock, I sat up for them. Took a warm bath, and read in the evening after Dave, left me alone. We sang “old hundred”* together. I love to sit alone, and with a singular degree of egotism never tire of my own society, a few books I acknowledge are an improvement sometimes, as thoughts of “auld Lang Syne” will make me sad, and weary. Habit is second nature, since my marriage, solitude for a few hours in the day is a great luxury, it gives me time for thought, and reflection.
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*Words to Old Hundred:
All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice. Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell; Come ye before Him and rejoice. The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; Without our aid He did us make; We are His folk, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. O enter then His gates with praise; Approach with joy His courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless His Name always, For it is seemly so to do. For why? the Lord our God is good; His mercy is forever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure.

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